Message-ID: <34769asstr$1011157804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3C44E33E.463F5C18@hotmail.com> From: Master Z X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly. X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 02:18:51 GMT Subject: {ASSM} The Painter's Secret Part 1 (F/M, voy, exh, cons) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 00:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate The Painter's Secret An image slowly began to appear against the dry canvas. Long broad strokes accompanied by quick thrusts; the painter painted intensely, eyes darting back and forth between Kylie and the beginnings of her likeness on the canvas. Kylie's face held a constant somber expression as she stood, posing with only an off-white blanket wrapped around her nude body. Her amber hair looked purposefully unkempt, yet her bangs pointed in towards her pretty face symetrically. Her nose was elegant and perfect, slightly freckled, and small enough not to notice immediately, but once noticed, made her all the more adorable. Her burgundy lips were pouty and innocent, contrasting with the softer red of her hair, a detail that the painter exaggerated. Her dark brown eyes masked her fear as well as her excitement. As he continued to paint, she became aware of how hard her nipples were, pressing against the blanket which was simultaneously soft and rough. It wasn't cold in the room, but she did feel quite exposed and her nipples were practically poking through the loose fabric. She was also faintly aware that the outline of her pubic hair must be visible through the thin blanket. She felt compelled to look down at her body to confirm some of these suspicions but she didn't want to throw off the concentration of the painter. She had met him online and the words he typed in their private chat sessions had somehow entranced her, yet he never seemed to be outwardly hitting on her. He had emailed a few of his works which had been scanned into digital format, and Kylie was impressed enough to take him up on his offer to do a portrait of her. She looked relaxed but inside she felt tense as she kept reminding herself that being painted while wearing only a blanket was artistic and not a ploy instigated by the painter to get her into bed with him. Not that she hadn't thought about it. After all he was an attractive guy, and he had a sweet pad, filled with modern furniture, bizarre plants, African art, dim lights, and an immense and varied collection of ethnic music. He had made her at ease with light conversation, soft smiles and a little wine before they began. He was a perfect gentleman and turned around when she disrobed and wrapped the blanket around herself. She stole glances into his big brown eyes, which were focusing mostly on her lower body at the moment as he painted. She imagined what he was thinking. He appeared to be working like a pro, thinking of only technical and artistic aspects. She appeared to be posing like a pro, yet here she was thinking about him, what kind of person he was. She imagined letting her guard down, letting the blanket slip off to the floor and standing nude in front of him. How would he react? She started to lose herself in thought but she fixed her gaze on him with a little effort as she pictured his reaction to her sudden nakedness, imagining the surprise and then perhaps arousal registering in his face as he walks over to touch her. And he plants soft kisses on her neck like little rose petals and his hand touches her arm, no friction, just smooth caressing. His hand makes it's way to her breast and he pinches her hard nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pushing up and against her entire round breast while he kisses her on the mouth, eyes shut, tongues sliding against eachother wonderfully. And she wraps her arms around him, losing all inhibitions and they start to make wild, wild love and - Suddenly her blanket actually slipped as her hand inadvertantly lost it's grip and a breast popped out, hard nipple sticking out like a... hard nipple sticking out. A shocked look on the painter's face matched Kylie's expression as she blushed and pulled the blanket back up over her tit. Then she smiled at the ludicrousness of it all, and relaxed when they laughed together. "I'm sorry," she said sheepishly. "Oh, no, don't be sorry, there's no reason to be sorry," said the painter. Then, after an awkward pause, "I'm sorry for staring like an oppressed sex offender," and Kylie laughed once more. "But you do have a beautiful body. Nothing to be ashamed about." "Thanks Jack," Kylie said, blushing once more. "Do you want to stop?" Jack said. Kylie looked at him. He looked so sweet and safe to be with. Not someone she should be so shy about her body with. She looked down and said, "Well can we take a little break?" "Not really, we can stop if you want, but I need you in that exact spot where you are standing to finish this right. Just a little longer?" he smiled. Kylie smiled back, "Ok." And after a few instructions on getting back into the same pose, he was painting again as if nothing had happened. Kylie then became frighteningly aware of how wet her pussy was and she wondered frantically if she had soaked onto the blanket at all and created any obvious wet spots. The thought of Jack seeing her getting wet actually turned her on and she got wetter. Fleetingly she thought about her beautiful breast popping out and how he obviously was happy to see it. The humiliation of the whole experience was turning her on, much to her surprise and dismay. "Ok, done," Jack said suddenly, startling her. As he was putting away some of his materials she sneaked a glance down at the blanket and did not notice anything obvious. "You were great Kylie, thanks for doing this." She looked back up fast and said "Oh thanks, it was my pleasure," with a smile. "You know I would be willing to do this again sometime," she said innocently, sitting down with the blanket still wrapped tightly around her body. "Really? That's cool," Jack said, looking at her with more than just a little desire now. "I mean, do you ever do..." and she trailed off. "Do what?" "I mean you must paint some nudes right?" And with total professionalism Jack replied that he had done several. Kylie felt like she was losing control - and she reveled in it - when she stood up and let the blanket drop to the floor. Jack looked shocked and excited at the same time. "I suddenly don't feel like painting," he said and she laughed, starting to feel a little silly. Then he walked over to her and started kissing her, holding her waist with his hands and pulling her close. She responded to his kissing with her tongue in his mouth and hugged him passionately while his hands found their way to her ass and squeezed gently and rhythmically. It was different and very erotic; she could feel her pussy being stimulated via her ass being squeezed, as his fingertips were dangerously close to her anus. She breathed heavily into his mouth and tried to take off his shirt but he didn't let her. Instead he turned her around and bent her over the chair. He kissed her bouncy butt cheeks while his hands reached underneath to her breasts and pinched the nipples between his fingers. She felt a little wierd at this strange turn but that melted away like ice on a summer day when his tongue reached her pussy from behind. "Ooooh," she gasped in surprise and started to push her ass back into his face while he expertly licked her slit. She was so wet from all the events leading up to this that she almost came instantly, but instead she allowed just a small orgasm to leak out. She felt so turned on being so sexually exposed in front of this gorgeous man who was still fully clothed. Then his tongue slipped inside her pussy and up to her clit and then back inside and the pattern continued while his hands gently massaged her luscious ass. He worked her up to a much bigger orgasm and just as she was coming he smacked her ass with his hand but not too harshly. She reacted favorably with an extra moan so he did it again a little harder, and it was exquisite to be spanked while coming against his tongue. After a few more rough slaps he stopped and kissed her lightly stinging ass, which was now red with handprints. Then she turned around and ripped his clothes off and this time he let her. They kissed briefly and sloppily, breathing heavy and losing themselves in lust and then she turned her attention to his cock, which was now turning it's attention to her. She kissed her way down his somewhat hairy chest and to his belly and then kissed near his cock, which proved to be very sensitive as he flinched. She looked up at him, standing above her and stroking her hair as he looked down at her on her knees in front of him. She looked like a cute schoolgirl and an ancient Egyptian statuette at the same time. She started to take his penis into her warm, wet mouth, sucking it's hardness with zeal to spare. He shut his eyes and released a slight groan of pleasure, moving his head back to an upright position. His cock was not too big yet it was quite thick, almost a little too much for her petite mouth. His hands clutched her head and he started to fuck her mouth, sliding against her tongue happily. He took his cock out and she wiped spit from her lip. Then he got down on the rug with her, and they kissed on the floor, pressing against eachother and passionately touching eachother everywhere. It didn't take long for him to get on top of her and enter her, which made her moan immediately at the feeling of release to be filled so satisfyingly. She spread her legs all the way and took him in as far as he would go and she held on to him with a sudden burst of emotion, not wanting to let go because she felt so incredibly sexy and desirable. He came down on top of her, his head on the right side of hers, kissing her neck and ear, holding her arms out above her head as he fucked her. They came together, moaning and sweating like two primal beasts of nature, exchanging energy and fluids. He got off her and they sighed together, holding hands and slowly returning to Earth. After moving into the bedroom to cuddle on the bed, she started to get up. "I really should get going now." "OK," Jack said simply. He followed her out into the living room where she picked up her scattered clothes. As she bent over she felt Jack's hard, throbbing dick pressing against her asshole and his hands rubbing her back. The massage to her aching back muscles was hypnotizing and she didn't want to get up from the position, but she didn't feel ready for anal sex at the moment either. "Jack?" she said. "Yes, baby?" "What are you doing?" she breathed as his penis rubbed against her wet pussy. At that moment she didn't care what he did to her. "I'm just walking you out," he said nonchalantly. He pressed his mostly hard erection against her wet cunt, sliding in and out of her legs but not entering her. He reached around and touched her clit with his middle finger and it was extra sensitive. "Open the shade," he said. She enjoyed the sensation of his finger on her clit a little longer before blurting out, "What?" "The window in front of you." She looked up and pulled the shade open in front of her, revealing several windows in an apartment building across the street. It was dusk and the many of the windows were lit up. Jack's windows were gigantic as he lived in an old warehouse that had been converted to an apartment complex. Then the light inside grew brighter and Jack must have grabbed a remote or something and turned the dimmer all the way up. Kylie could see some people in the windows across the street, a few were taking notice. A woman with a towel over her head in her bathroom watched the two lovers with growing fascination. In another apartment, a couple turned off a TV and approached their window. A few other windows remained empty with the lights on and yet more windows featured people who hadn't noticed yet. One person pulled their shade down in disgust; another shut their light off so as to not be seen peeping in on them. Who knows how many more could be watching secretly with their lights out or if any of them had a video camera. Kylie moaned in astonishment as Jack's hard cock pushed into her ass. "Wait," she said and turned around to suck his dick. He pulled her towards the window so their audience could watch the show. She sucked like a pro and felt incredibly feminine giving oral pleasure to this sexy, mysterious man in front of random strangers. Glancing out the window Kylie noticed the couple were kissing and stripping as they watched, putting on a little show of their own and the woman with the towel on her head was just staring open-mouthed at the lover's blantant display of sexuality. She detected the faint, musky taste of her own pussy still clinging to his cock and it added to the dirtiness of what she was doing. She felt like a bad little girl when he started to say, "Suck my cock baby, ooh suck my dick," and she felt like a good little girl when he said, "You're doing such a good job, that feels so good, oooh you're such a good girl," emphasizing the words "such" and "so" like he was a benevolent disciplinarian. She reached around and grabbed his hairy ass, squeezing it like he had squeezed her's earlier and it seemed to have the same effect because she felt him harden even more in her mouth. She wanted him to cum and she kept his dick fucking her mouth by pulling his ass towards her. She could feel him struggling a little cause he had other plans but it was too late. She was doing such a great job that Jack started to cum in spite of himself and she switched to using her hand as his hot cum shot on to her face and lips, his most visible and powerful form of masculinity, exploding on to her face with total tension and release. She felt like a porn star, a slut, and a princess receiving a naughty gift from a dragon all at the same time. It was wonderful. At any other time she would have felt appalled to be licking fresh cum off her face in front of strangers, but tonight it was liberating. And the night was far from over. 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